Paint the acropolis  Trash your treasures  A graffiti mess rising crisis  The ground is aching to collapse  If we stay here we just will not survive  It's panic time  Be our white-winged dove  Bring back an olive branch of dry land    The World aching to collapse  Though the plan is improbably clear  And so are the people attached  The outcome's concealed  Hope is short it's part of our craft  And we stand for the hope of all those who look towards the sky    We're pensive.  "We're never going to make it there.  You're insane to think again that we would"  "I'm not insane. talking makes it feel better.  Gives you something more to hope for "right?"    The ground aching to collapse  Though the plan is improbably clear  And so are the people attached  The outcome's concealed  Hope is short it's part of our craft  And we stand for the hope of all those who look towards the sky  "We've finally arrived... we just might survive"  "But though we may live our past will die with no choice...   But extinction will be their fates"    Stand up and build a world that mirrors your own  Stand up it's not your fault you must carry on    "Strive to find a way to thrive"  "We aren't alone. We are not alone"    The world is aching to collapse and with the people still attached  Our hope is short it's part of our craft  Go through the motions just to last  Sober up on failure. it's real.  Capture this moment. recover. make amends    "And now that I know it's the road we must take,   It's all come so clear the war I must wage"  "Remember this day for it is yours for all time.  Stand and face the morn"  "Cause minutes and moments will all turn to years,   And loved ones we've lost; a world of my fears"  "Remember this day for it is yours for all time.  Stand and face the night"  "Can't be afraid that this moment is here.  Been silent so long. we'll rise or we'll fall"  Remember this day it is yours for all time.    Sober up on failure. it's real.  Capture this moment. recover. make amends